Chapter 365 Awkward Meeting (Super low-end guarantee, more to come)
“Young people, it’s time to be full of energy.”
Leiko stood in the corner and muttered quietly Looking at Craig in front of him, he couldn't figure out for a moment what Bulkesso had planned.
The rules of life are right in front of you and you can still act like you don’t know anything. This is not in line with Bulcaisel’s habits.
Leiko turned her head and glanced in the direction of the Elder's Temple, her eyes twinkling.
She hasn't eaten for a while, so it's better to go get something to eat now.
As for Bulcasso's plans, she only needs to keep observing.
No matter how strong the Immortal King is, it will still be limited.
Whether it is the Holy Mountain or the ancestors all over the mountains and plains, even if these restrictions are not enough to match Bulcasso, there is still her!
Leiko has her own bottom-of-the-line stuff, and the abilities brought by the suit alone are not everything she has.
The legendary armor of Leiko was created by her. She can also come up with new things, but she is not sure whether she can play a decisive role in facing Bulcasso.
In the Temple of the Elders at this time, Warusk watched Bulcaisu silently walk towards the crack.
It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a weak sigh.
"Warusk, tell me now, and then go where you should go, and wait for me to realize your dream!"
Bulkessor turned his head and smiled, his There was a real smile in his eyes.
After swallowing part of the consciousness of the first generation ancestor, he has felt the power of the authority of life.
Although it is just a sign, with his powerful strength, defeating the rules of death is no longer a problem.
As long as Malthael fails to get anything new, the only outcome waiting for him is to be torn into pieces and deprived of his authority!
“The body of the first ancestor was not completely damaged, and the Holy Mountain is his body!”
Warusk seemed to be infected by Bulcaisel’s confidence, and casually told the truth .
It's just that this truth doesn't seem so beautiful.
The Holy Mountain is the body of the first ancestor, so the Immortal King only temporarily maintained his body for him?
Bulkessor looked directly at the Weeping Angels in front of him who stretched out their hands towards him, and responded casually: "I know."
There was no surprise, as if it was not worth mentioning. Same.
Warusk was a little dazed. He saw the shadow of Kanai in Bulcaisuo.
The one who shouts tradition may not necessarily be the right figure.
Same no compromise.
The difference is that Kanai rejected the position of the Immortal King of Two Ears, while Bulkesso chose to take over the burden.
Bulkessor has Kanai's power in his body. The supplement that he risked everything and entrusted his existence to Bulkesso gave the two barbarians too much. coincide.
Rather than saying that Bulcaisu is the successor of the will of the first ancestor, it is better to say that he inherited Kanai's will.
Then he chose another path.
Perhaps he also inherited some things from the first generation, such as his name and goals.
“The Immortal King is the master of the Holy Mountain, not its servant. But he also shoulders the responsibility of protecting everything on the Holy Mountain. So you have to protect that body, or become his body.”
Worusk continued.
Let the Holy Mountain continue to accumulate the power of all the transformations of other barbarians and wait for the resurrection of the first generation?
Or will your body become the property of the first generation?
This doesn’t seem worth thinking about.
"My name is also Bulcaisuo! But now, I am the only one called Bulcaisuo!"
The anger on Bulcaisuo's body flashed.
The two knives in his hands were aimed at the crack in front of him.
The waist slowly twisted, like a winding clock.
Every inch of the body without armor expresses the concept of power!
"I think you need a suit of armor, or at least a formal suit."
Worusk said casually.
He still wanted Bulcaisel to behave like a messenger of civilization, and stop showing the world a misplaced image of a barbarian.
He also has more things to worry about, so it's not that pure.
At least, Kanai will not ask others for things that he cannot do.
Bulkeso's waist has been twisted to the limit, and the two swords in his hands continue to move.
Thunder and lightning began to accumulate on the tip of the knife, and gradually turned into a ball of white light that was difficult to look directly at!
The storm did not pass through the beginning of the breeze, but appeared in the room in an instant.
The storm was pregnant with flames and thunder, and the cold froze all the water vapor in the air and turned it into ice cubes mixed in the storm.
Warusk observed carefully.
This blow has surpassed the blow that Bulkatho struck at Malthael.
The two swords turned into a white light, and in just an instant, they appeared on the other side without any process.
Bulkeso's appearance is as if the frame of the picture has been reversed, the left and right have changed.
The storm completely dissipated at this time.
The bodies of the Weeping Angels completely collapsed in Warusk's eyes.
That indestructible thing, which theoretically requires something like a paradox to solve, was destroyed in one blow.
“Destruction?”
Worusk asked curiously.
This kind of performance was no stranger to him.
The picture of Baal when he started killing is not much different from this.
Breaking the rules was the first answer that came to his mind.
“It’s power.”
Bulkessor gave the answer.
Pure strength can bring many accessories, and destruction is one of them.
The double swords in Bulcaisuo's hands trembled, revealing his excitement.
Bulkessor's solemn oath and Bulkesso's warrior blood sound like Bulkesso's weapons.
It’s just that the Bulcaisuo in front of me is no longer the oldest ancestor.
“Such a great power, our goal is almost achieved. Hahahaha!”
Jordan Kuller's ubiquitous drake voice came with excitement.
The soul floated quietly to the side and looked at Bulkesso and Warusk.
Warusk did not observe when he appeared, but it had obviously been a long time ago.
"Shut up, if I hear your drake voice again, I may have you operated on."
Bulkessor turned his head and glanced at Jotun Kule in dissatisfaction.
Bulcaisuo made an exaggerated move to sew his mouth, and even the silk thread formed by mana passed through the lips and sewed them tightly.
Then he opened his mouth that seemed to have been sewn shut and said, "It's been a long time since I've been sincerely angry."
Worusk responded with silence.
Genuine anger, this is another synonym for tragedy.
Wouldn’t Bulcaisel, who has lost his fear, lose other emotions?
Fear and pain are protections for life, and losing these is not a good thing.
Bulkasso's feelings are covered with an impenetrable veil that can be felt and shown.
But not from the heart.
"Kanai helped you, that's good."
Worusk said with some choking.
Only at this time did he fully accept the result of Kanai's sacrifice.
The body flashed with light, transforming into the Immortal King suit that he left before Kanai's tomb.
"My glory is left to you. Whether you use it as a formal dress or as something else. You are the immortal king now."
Warusk disappeared in a hurry He disappeared and returned to the Holy Mountain.
The crack that still exists is still shining with light, but nothing can be seen inside for the time being.
"Hey, are you ready to kill that nagging Israel now?"
Zortun Kule shouted at the top of his lungs, the mana on his body pulsating like a layer of flame.
“There is one more thing.”
Bulkeso raised his eyes and looked at the floating Zortun Kule, squinting his eyes.
Then he suddenly jumped up and pulled out Kanai's Box from the heart of Jotun Kule.
"This thing cannot be left to you for safekeeping."
The cold tone was unquestionable.
Stop Bulkesso?
Jotun Kule didn’t have that idea yet, he was just more excited!
A living person!
Rather than a guy with a human body but only half a soul pretending to be human.
Even though Bulkesso needs a final process to absorb all those memories, the past and completeness are now within sight!
Rorschach watched the actions of several people present without saying a word. He was feeling the power given to him by the Holy Mountain.
“Is this what you’ve felt?”
Rorschach asked meaningfully.
The anger in his body started to burn a little bit.
Then the growth began.
What power can the barbarians’ sacred mountain provide to the barbarians?
There is only one answer, and that is anger.
Rorschach was now on the fast track to becoming stronger.
After a long time, Bulcasso said this.
“Be careful, don’t be fooled.”
This is a reminder.
If the first ancestor intended to do something, Rorschach is still not up to his standards.
At least Rorschach, whose bloodline has not been completely replaced in his body, will not be his target for resurrection.
And by the time Rorschach completes the blood replacement, Bulkesso will probably have fulfilled everyone's wish.
......
"Colson, the stench on your body cannot be hidden from my nose."
Anderson followed behind Colson and said softly.
It wasn't loud, but it was enough to make Coulson shiver.
Although he is already Lord Sky Hammer, he still feels afraid when facing an angel.
Most of the people in this country have faith. Although Coulson does not believe it, he still feels awe.
"What's wrong? As an agent, isn't it normal to have blood on your hands and dust on your heart?"
Colson said with a peaceful smile.
He still doesn't know if Anderson has really seen through his background. Even if he failed to cover up the past, he has tried hard this time.
"Agent, this is so sad."
Anderson said.
As long as everything exists, there is a reason for its existence.
The same is true for the profession of agent.
And this profession is just a product of people competing against each other.
As an angel, Anderson began to shift from a compassionate perspective.
Fortunately, it hasn’t spawned any funny arrogance.
"What is it like to be an angel?"
Colson was looking for a topic. Even if he used all his strength, it wouldn't take much time to get to Kingpin.
But now is not the time to do that.
The sky hammer in Coulson's hand is called the Fallen Believer, so he is a little curious about the gods that exist in faith.
“An experience that seems to see the world clearly.”
Anderson’s voice was a bit too high-pitched.
But this is his truth.
When he was a priest, he could only place his faith on the existence of gods, but now he is the god he was once believed in.
Changes in identity can also bring changes in behavior.
But a portal suddenly appeared in front of them, interrupting him from continuing.
Looking at the portal, Anderson frowned. It's just that the expression hidden under the helmet will not be discovered.
A guy who everyone who knew his name would hesitate after seeing him appeared in sight, and he also had a mature body.
"Hey, brother, let me just say that the barbarian's teleportation spell is really easy to use, at least it's much better than flying on a plane!"
Constantine patted John Wigger's shoulder vigorously and said with a smile. .
Then he saw Anderson.
Four people then walked out of the portal one after another.
Nick Blackheart Fury, Duggan, Spider-Man and Rumlow.
Nick Fury's plane was scrapped, and there was nothing to do if they stayed on the Holy Mountain, so they left Hellboy and Lizzie behind and returned to New York with Rumlow's help.
As for Bucky, he and Steve had a lot to say.
"Constantine, what's the matter with you?"
The holy flame on Anderson exploded, and the surrounding temperature obviously increased a lot.
As for Nick Fury, he was speechless at this time, looking at Coulson in front of him, his face was not so pretty.
"I thought you were dead."
Nick Fury said to Coulson.
"I am dead, but I am alive again."
Colson said with a signature smile.
Rumlow looked at Colson and frowned.
"I always feel like there's something wrong with you? Isn't it someone who is pretending?"
Rumlow is not unfamiliar with Coulson.
That’s why he couldn’t help but ask after that change.
Although it is a taboo in the workplace to interrupt the director rashly, Rumlow has resigned long ago.
Fired by Nick Fury himself.
Now he is at best a part-time worker experiencing life, so naturally he won't worry about being worn in small shoes.
John Wicker already had the gun in his hand, with a small ring on his hand.
That ring was always his reward, a consolation prize.
A casually made iron ring, but it was enough to move his body, which was at the peak of human beings, to an extraordinary level.
This time, he will not be defeated by a few gangsters in a sneak attack.
From the previous conversation, John Wick felt something was wrong.
A little caution is not a bad thing, at least it will prevent him from being beaten to death under inexplicable circumstances.
As a former killer and now a member of the special agent team, his keen sense has impressed him more than once.
"I'm still me."
Colson said a little bit strangely.
Now that you've bumped into Nick Fury, it would be weird not to say anything.
With this little time, he can think of a suitable answer to deal with Nick Fury.
For example, for things like being rescued by Murdoc, he needs to come up with an explanation without many flaws in a short time.
Besides, for SHIELD, resurrection is a thing full of side effects. Even if Nick Fury does not fully believe it, he will not ask questions on the spot.
The black-hearted director is not the kind of person who has no government, and he secretly investigates afterwards.
"The great Lord Skyhammer!"
Colson's words were ruthlessly taken over, but he was an elite agent and would not tell his true situation just because of the guidance of a voice.
So this is his answer.
"What is the Lord Sky Hammer?"
With just the right expression of doubt, there is no flaw in it.
Constantine's speaking skills are top-notch, but it's not easy to guide an elite agent like Coulson to expose intelligence.
Especially this agent is now full of dikes.
Constantine curled his lips, looking disappointed, and looked at Colson with eyes full of eagerness to try.
For Constantine, Coulson is a good opponent.
It is more than enough to at least practice your speaking skills.
He trusted his feelings more than he trusted his sword.
This is his way of survival.
This chapter has 4,400 words. The 3,600 words less than the 8,000-word update will automatically evolve into a chapter with more than 4,000 words to be released later.
I slept for a day today, so I can only stay up for a while.
Regarding the large reward given by the boss, it would be disrespectful not to acknowledge it promptly.
But I don’t think it’s appropriate to separate it from other readers’ tips.
In the end, it was decided to give thanks in the report at the beginning of next month.
Thank you, readers.
Thank you.
The next chapter will be posted before about two o'clock.
Tomorrow’s update is still guaranteed to be no less than 8,000 words.
(End of this chapter)